Kelly has Layla by her long dark hair, pushing her shoulder first into the metal ring post. A grunt of pain comes from Layla, sinking to her knees, ru...bing her shoulder before Kelly has her up by the hair again. The sexy blonde is in complete control of this First Cum match, whipping a hurt Layla right into the announce table. Layla moans in pain again as her barely dressed body crashes into the wooden table. Kelly scoops Layla up once more this time rolling Layla on top of the announce table.. She finally opened her eyes and sat up, taking a swig before setting her drink down on the table. She stretched her arms up high over her head and I could hear the slight crack of joints and muscles, tightened from a week of standing and the stress of the job."You seem pretty tense. Would you like a massage," I offered."I don't know. Y'all have any experience at this?" she asked a little tease in her voice, trying to sound like a teenage southern belle."Yeah, my mom had to waitress for a while. .. as besides outer beauty, she was a great person, and please don't tell anybody, she was my best friend. I'm babbling, aren't I? Have I mentioned my sister is really hot?She was a cheerleader in college, and two-thirds of my nightly fantasies were about her... actually more like nine-tenths.I know... I know... sick and twisted... but the truth. And again, please don't tell anybody.I mean, she regularly wore pantyhose or thigh highs, the lace tops which I admired on most days when she was. The only window is too small and too high. We can hold out. I should have taken a pistol though I don't think that would have stopped them nor would it have prevented the surprise. It's a yellow house. Honk, when you get close. You can see my wagon. It's on the street."I was riding shotgun and saw a dog vanish around a house and a wagon on the street. "Honk, Angela! That's the house!"Charlie came on over the radio. "We're here, mom. We're upstairs in a back bedroom. The dogs are big and mean..